There's somewhere in the day to day
Where grays are color bound
And mundane flame gone drama
Is no longer just a sound
A girl can get real serious
When she camps in troubled woe
And she flounders in the haven't gots
Beyond the need to grow
Self pity can be torture and
The grays can soon go black
When dealt in overwhelming odds
Sucked void in what you lack
But even on a rainy day
A teardrop can be found
With all the rainbows colors
Light to shining on the ground.
So she might think she's worthless
And she might feel she's blind
But she never knows who's watching
Or who's garden she will mind.
Usefulness ain't up to her
Creator's got her hand
When she opens up the curtain
And reaches past the bland.
Rags can make a pretty quilt
And trash ain't for the cheap
If you take the time to clean it
Once it's sorted from the heap
Some days she prays for eyes that see
The music of the melody
Apple's fallen from the tree
Still there's more for you and me.
Dragged about and walking slow
It might seem she's done
But there's always more to purpose
Once another day's begun
So she cries her tears and feels her pain
But gets up from dark
And knows it isn't all in vain
Existence leaves a mark.
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